An Archonic Summons

[Wyrvun 1808]

 

To all Mali’fenn,

Of Honored Bloodline and Bloodless alike:

 

 

Long has a state of diaspora dishonored our forebears. Disunity is not the mark of a Fenn, a Guardian is no wanderer, but a warrior.

 

Harken, Mali’fenn, blooded and bloodless. Be fearful no longer- uncertain no longer. Let unity reign, and in the cold embrace of our Lord's realm shall the Archons be called to speak.

 

Let it be known: the Drakon Bloodline now exercises its right to summon the Archonic council. We shall dispel the chaos of idle muttering and empty words, and in its place, forge a future shaped by the will of the Mali’fenn.

 

Emaelia Drakon,

Archon of the Drakon Bloodline, Archvigilant of War, Vigilant of Discipline

 

Spoiler

Date & Time

 

4 PM EST,

April 5th!

 

 

 

 

[LobsterLarry 1514]

Lathai II Ithrandos proudly stands tall, looking upon the waving banners of the Malifenn as the wind blows his war braids aside. His only words "Peak."

[Turnipian 203]

Calenwyn gazes at the missive, her aurum eyes filled with a mild curiosity "Wyrvun Provides." she utters before feeding it to a cow, as she then packs a light snack for her venture north.

[Adelemphii 1766]

Elyndra Tathvir sat at her desk, shoulders slightly bowed as she transcribed the final lines of yet another text, ink flowing steady and deliberate. The quiet of her work was soon broken by the arrival of a missive, placed gently within her reach. She did not look surprised. Her eyes passed over the words once, then again, not with urgency, but with consideration. This was no sudden call to action, it was the turning of a wheel she herself had set in motion. A moment where voices, long scattered, might finally be gathered.

 

Setting her quill aside for only a breath, she dipped it once more into ink. Her reply was written not in haste, but with the same care she gave all things. each word chosen and measured. There was no need for grandeur, nor challenge. When it was done, she folded the parchment and entrusted it to her otter companion, the small creature slipping away with practiced familiarity. Elyndra remained where she was, gaze lingering not on the door, but on the work before her. The council would come, and in due time progress would be made.

[Nectorist 12869]

The High Priest sends every snow elven bloodline several packets of easy-make hot chocolate for the trek.

[HummytheHamster 49]

Celaena Drakon looks upon the glorious banners of the bloodlines, a small smile appearing on her face. While not particularly an expressive individual, she cannot help but feel a sense of pride at the sight.  

[Sygnus_ 202]

Aroiia Drakon would look over the missive and smile, 

"At long last, the council meets one more after nearly a century. May Peace grace this union, and serve to forge a prosperous future for us all"

The Elder would then begin to write her own letter to Emaelia, and after which would send it off with her Gyrfalcon Drakoseir;

 

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Emaelia Drakon,

 

  It is with great regret that I will be unable to witness this momentous event that is soon to come about. I am proud of the steps you have taken as Archon of Drakon, and among your achievements of the past, I truly believe this to be the beginning of an even greater one. My time away will be occupied with the plans that we previously discussed however.

 

Ito nae elannil'wyrvun,

 

Aroiia Elena Drakon

Archvigilant of Peace, Vigilant of Valor

[Callum 1009]

The Atmorice would plant himself down, slowly unfurling the letter addressed to him. Time was spent pondering after, his gauntleted digits slowly tapping away.

"I have a good feeling this time" he would declare, gathering his belongings he would begin to make the long trek to the village

[Pinks 353]

Mirelle Tathvir read those words only once. 

The tundra's wind chill cut at her face, brushing pale strands of her hair as the sun set. Gold and rose melted into the ice, transforming the unending white into colorful spindles. Her otter shifted at her side, cuddling close to her arm, its small hand holding her own. She didn't say anything. Instead, her fingers relaxed their grip on the page, allowing it to lie in her lap while her gaze shifted outward, toward the setting sun. There was no question in her expression, just a steady, blossoming relief.A little smile appeared on her lips. Not pride. Not quite happy.Just hoping. And for the first time, the tundra felt less frigid.
 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

"At this point, the dead horse isn't so much beaten as it is reduced to a bloody pulp." An irritated rebel, sworn to eternal vengeance against the mali'fenn grumbled. "Let it die. Even my grandmother agrees you spit upon the legacy of your ancestors." 

 

A hand raised instinctively to brush over her own back, and then the back of her own hand, a grimace overtook the traumatized elf's features.

 

[BlueJaeeb 32]

Onve gazed upon the letter, a smile creeping on to his features. He leaned over his desk, pinning the missive on to the wall in front of him. "It's about time."

 

[Pinks 353]

9 hours ago, Morigung-oog said:

"At this point, the dead horse isn't so much beaten as it is reduced to a bloody pulp." An irritated rebel, sworn to eternal vengeance against the mali'fenn grumbled. "Let it die. Even my grandmother agrees you spit upon the legacy of your ancestors." 

 

A hand raised instinctively to brush over her own back, and then the back of her own hand, a grimace overtook the traumatized elf's features.

 

God forbid girlies like a bit of culture

[Starlight 46]

Under a weeping willow tree a lone Mali’fenn sat in the sun, her hands tracing the engravings on her trident. The icy blue hues of  Estelle Alyria Drakon looked over the piece of parchment, resulting in a small chuckle from the Vigilant of Dawn. 
 

“And so the wheel of history goes for another spin.” She tapped her nail on the map that was drawn, as if debating something. “It has been a long time since we had one of those, wasn’t it. . .”

 

Estelle reminisced fondly of her times with the Remnants, The Conclave and even to Tahu’lareh. Maybe, she thought to herself- maybe a golden age for her kin could be possible again.